Wicked Soul

Dark and stormy night and the wind is howling
  as the pack of wolfs cry
  echoing through the mountains you can hear the thunder roar
  bright lightning strikes and hail stones beat hard into the ground
  the earth trembles and hard rocks break for you know she is on her way
  so black and so evil she is fearless of all great or small
  for her eyes are red and her heart beats as loud as the thunder
  a wicked soul she was the child of a dying angel,
  for she has no love within it is only her soul in which holds the love
  that she has never known, 
  though for her to change is to let go of her pain
  and forgive her heart of all the evil in which she held
  but until then she will remain the same
  so black and so evil...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Ornelas Avatar
January 8, 2013 at 9:31 PM
Love it for I know the cry of the wolf
St.Cross Avatar
July 8, 2012 at 11:03 PM
‡ If I Could Bathe Myself Amid Holy's Light, Stand Afore Her Precious Heart & Gaze Long Into Her Eyes, Beautiful Kerry * Deep Into Her Soul * Smile, I Would Kissss Her, Whisper I Love You * Watch Her Soar * Joy, Forevermore ˜ If I Could ? Very Stirring Yet Beautiful * My Luv to You, Rachel ‡
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July 8, 2012 at 8:04 PM
Kerry, wow... what an entrance to your poem.. "What deep and dark dreamy thoughts you pinned here. I really enjoyed this. " I like the way this was thought out, nicely detailed in its perception of hopelessness which will remain the same... excellent...pd
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July 8, 2012 at 8:18 PM
Thank you, yes i wrote this one many years ago :)
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